The Bad Boy's First Lady

TBBFL 28: Sunsets & Ovaries

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CIELO MONTEZ

All I saw was red. My once green couch suddenly turned a shade of cherry right before my very eyes. A bubble of anger formed in the pit of my stomach and it was calling my attention, asking me to burst it. I never knew seeing someone crying could make me feel so much hatred.

I stomped over to a hysterical Chinito and grabbed both of his shoulders. Shaking him furiously, I tried to catch his gaze but he was avoiding making eye contact with me.

"What the fùck, Zane! What did that bàstard do to you?!"

I was holding his shoulders in a tight grip so I could feel his shaky movements as he cried. But suddenly, his hysterical cries changed into laughter.

I moved back to check if I was hearing things, but when I looked upon his form, he was indeed laughing. I cocked my head to one side and poked his cheek. Maybe when I bring Mike to the insane asylum, I should take him along, too. You know, to see whether or not his brain was placed properly in his skull.

"Are you okay?" I asked slowly.

He turned his gaze to me and eyed me funnily, still laughing. "What do you think?" He smirked.

I frowned. "Do you really expect me to think you're okay after you just started banging my door, crying like you lost your favorite dildo, then laughing your guts out as if you realized that your dildo was not lost at all and was just stuck in your ass. So tell me, Chinito. What do you think I think?"

"I don't know. My dildos have never gone missing before."

"Well, if you want an extra, just tell me."

Just when I thought that we were having a civilized conversation like normal people, he started to laugh again. I was seriously considering bringing him to an asylum.

"He was right," he spoke.

"Who?"

"Chancer. Chancer said you were different," he answered, smiling warmly at me. I was taken aback. That was the first time he had genuinely smiled at me.

Pretending not to hear what he'd just said, I gave him a questioning look. "What did you guys talk about? Why were you crying? What did the douchebag do to you?" I demanded.

He nonchalantly sat on the ground and leaned on the wall. Confused, I tilted my head down to look at him. "I wasn't expecting it." He started to speak and I took it as a sign to shut my mouth and just let him talk.

"I wasn't expecting it to be that easy. I was paranoid to the extent that my head was filled with the worst situations I could think of. I was so afraid, Cielo. I was afraid that he would be disgusted with me— that the friendship I had established with my friends over the past two years would just be tossed like garbage in a matter of sixty seconds." He gradually shook his head, looking ahead.

"But I was wrong. Before I could even confess to him, he began speaking, telling me that he knew everything. He knew all my dàmn secrets! Can you believe that?!" He chuckled amusedly to himself. "I was so worried but it was all for nothing! How could I have been so clueless?!" Covering his face with both of his hands, he took a deep breath.

I sighed and took a seat beside him. He wasn't the only who tended to imagine beyond what was really bound to happen. People overthink situations. They expect the worst possible scenarios to happen, letting negative thoughts interfere with their logical reasoning.

I couldn't blame them. Before, I would always question myself with 'what if' questions but I had since put that habit of mine to rest. I came to the realization that it didn't do me any good. In fact, it was making my every thought illogical and unreasonable.